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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.