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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.