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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.