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 France and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Count Five 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Index,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Slave,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.