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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.