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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.