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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.