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 Ecuador 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.