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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.