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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.