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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.