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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.