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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.