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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Organ,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.