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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.