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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.