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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.