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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.