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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
New Order,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.