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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.