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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.