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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
MDC,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
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.