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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.