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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.