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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.