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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.