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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.