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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.