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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.