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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.