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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.