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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.