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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.