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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
JFA,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.