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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.