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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.