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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Pole,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.