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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.