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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.