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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.