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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.