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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.