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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.