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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.