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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.