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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.