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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.