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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
the Association,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.