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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.