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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Television,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.