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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.