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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.