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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 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 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 Janne Schatter 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.