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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Can,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.