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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.