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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.