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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Doors 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Q65,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.