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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.