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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.