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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.