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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
10cc,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.