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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.