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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Faust,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.