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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fall to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.