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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.