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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.