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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Pole,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.