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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.