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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Nas,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.