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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.