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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The Saints,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Gong,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
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.