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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.