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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.