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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.