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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
This Heat,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.