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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.