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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Swans,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.