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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Wire,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.