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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.