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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.