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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.