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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.