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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.