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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.