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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Qualms,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.