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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.