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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.