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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.