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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.