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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Jandek,
DNA,
Television,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.