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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.