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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.