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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.