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 Congo and from Portland.
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 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 Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Residents to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.