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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.