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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.