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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.