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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.