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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.