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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.