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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.