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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Wake,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.