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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.