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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
X-101,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.