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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.