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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.