Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Index,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.