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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.