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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.