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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.