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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.