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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The Invisible,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.