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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.