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 United States 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.