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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.