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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.