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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.