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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.