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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.