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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Fear,
Symarip,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.