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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.