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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
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.