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 Palau and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.