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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.