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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.