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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.