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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Television,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.