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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.