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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.