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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.