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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.