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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.