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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.