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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.