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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.