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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.