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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Television,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.