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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The American Breed 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.