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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.