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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.