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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
X-101,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.