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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.