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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Scrapy 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.