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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.