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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.