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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.