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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.