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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Q65,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.