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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.