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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.