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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.