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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.