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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.