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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.