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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.