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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.