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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.