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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.