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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.