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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.