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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.