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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.