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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.