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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.