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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.