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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.