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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.