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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.