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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Skarface,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.