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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.