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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Brick,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.