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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.