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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.