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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
DNA,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.