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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.