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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.