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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.