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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.