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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.