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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.