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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.