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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.