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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
The Slits,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.