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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.