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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.