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 Peru and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
MDC,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.