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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.