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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.