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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.