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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.