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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Index,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.