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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.