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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.