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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.