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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.