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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.