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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
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.