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 Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
June Days,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.