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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.