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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.