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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.