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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.