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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.