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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.