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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.