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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.