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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.