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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.