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 India and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.