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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.