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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.