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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Index,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.