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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.