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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.