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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Faust,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.