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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.