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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.