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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
cv313,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.