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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Organ,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.