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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.