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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 New York and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.