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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.