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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.