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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.