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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Move to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.