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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.