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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.