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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.