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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.