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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.