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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.