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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.