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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.