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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slackers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Symarip,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.