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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.