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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.