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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.