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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.