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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.