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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.