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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Television to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.