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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.