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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.