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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.