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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.