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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.