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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.