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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.