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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.