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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.