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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.