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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.