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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.