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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.