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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.