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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.