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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.