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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Rakim,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Index,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.