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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Human League 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.