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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.