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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.