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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.