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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Slave,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Monks,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.