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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.