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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.