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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.