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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.