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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
The Associates,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Move,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.