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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.