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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.