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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.