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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
MDC,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.