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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.