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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.