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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.