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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.