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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.