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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.