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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.