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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
DNA,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.