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 Peru 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Boredoms 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.