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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.