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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.