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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.