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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Television,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.