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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.