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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Gong,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.