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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.