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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.