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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.