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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.