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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Gories,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Move,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.