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 Georgia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.