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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.