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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.