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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.