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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.