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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.