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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Mars,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.