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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.