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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.