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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.