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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
The Saints,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.