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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.