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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.