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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Television,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Move,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.