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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.