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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.