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 Korea North and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Mars,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.