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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.