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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.