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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.