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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Inner City,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.