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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.