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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.