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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.