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 Macedonia and from London.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.