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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.