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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.