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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.