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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.