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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
the Germs,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.