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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.