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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.