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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.