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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.