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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.