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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.