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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.