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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.