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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Victims,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Excepter,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.