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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.