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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.