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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.