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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.