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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.