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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.