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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.