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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.