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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.