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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.