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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.