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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.