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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Scion,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Fear,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.