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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.