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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.