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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.