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 Austria 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 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 David Bowie 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.