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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.