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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.