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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.