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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.