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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.