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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.