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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.