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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.