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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.