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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.