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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.