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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.