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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
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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.