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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.