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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Monks,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.