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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.