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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.