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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Nirvana,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.