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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.