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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.