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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.