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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.