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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Nas,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Index,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.