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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.