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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.