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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.