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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.