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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.