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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.