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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.