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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.