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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 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 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.