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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Names to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.