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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.