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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.