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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.