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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.