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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.