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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.