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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.