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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.