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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.