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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.