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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Smog,
CMW,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
New Order,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.