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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.