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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Nico,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.