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 China and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.