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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.