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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.