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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Remains 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.