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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.