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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.