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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.