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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.