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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
June Days,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.