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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Roxette,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.