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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.