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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.