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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.