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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.