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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.