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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.