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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.