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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.