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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.