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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.