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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
UT,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.