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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.