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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.