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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.