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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Swans,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.