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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.