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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.