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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.