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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.