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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.