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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.