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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
UT,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.