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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.