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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.