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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Chrome,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.