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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.