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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.