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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.