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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
AZ,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.