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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.