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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.