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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.