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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.