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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Pagans,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.