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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.