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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.