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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.