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 Togo 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.