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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.