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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Television,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.