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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.