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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Whodini,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.