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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.