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 Panama 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.