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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.