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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.