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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cramps to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.