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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.