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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.