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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.