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 United States and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.