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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.