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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.