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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.