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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.