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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Niagra,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.