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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
MC5,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.