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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.