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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.