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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.