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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.