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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.