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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.