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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.