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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Suicide,
John Cale,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.