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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.