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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.