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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.