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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 JFA to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Hoover,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.