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 Austria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.