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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
AZ,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.