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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.