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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.