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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Jandek,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Motions,
Little Man,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.