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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.