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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Index,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.