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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Japan,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.