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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.