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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.