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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Chrome,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.