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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.