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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.