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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.