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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.