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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.