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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.