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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.