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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.