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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Visage,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.