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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Kayak,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.