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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.