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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Names,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.