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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.