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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.