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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.