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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.