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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Television,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.