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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.