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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.