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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.