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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Scion,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.