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 Iran 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.