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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.