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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.