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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.