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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.