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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.