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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.